lomidze

[firstlomidze]

👕 POLO SHIRT — my muse's appearance/fashion preferences

[caskalomidze]

Çaska folds her arms. "I can talk from here. They won't remember anything they hear. Or you can swallow your ego and come closer yourself."

The mess - the idea of Lana wrecking the shop here curls her lip in a frustrated, smug smile. "Forgive me for thinking the idea you're doing anything in good faith is peak comedy, sister." She steps out from behind one of the porch' supports - its as much movement as she's going to give - lateral.

"I don't want your promises, and we won't be starting over. You don't get a clean slate any more than I do. I've had enough of the telling me, Lana."

Already this feels like an argument they might have had before. Weeks ago, decades ago, centuries ago. Time and again. Every time she desperately wants to believe it's real. Surely Lana has her reasons. "I'm not coming home unless you show me you're actually going to stop with this overbearing control you call love."

Does she want to leave her clan, her family? Absolutely not. "If you can't you'll never see me again. I won't do this for another thousand years." Will she? She doesn't know if she can, but she's been sewing steel into her spine for weeks upon weeks now.

"I'll start. I'm sorry I threatened your pet witch."

[firstlomidze]

It's a concentrated effort that keeps her from rolling her eyes. Ever with the dramatics, her sister, but Lana does want her to trust her, to come back. Never had been her intention to break their family anymore than immortality ever could. "Fine, so long as you don't run, my darling."

She takes a step closer, and then another. Ignoring gracefully everyone around them. It wasn't that Lana was worried they'd ever remember a thing, she knew the moment she arrived that her little sister had compelled all this unsuspecting people but the defiance still has her taking in a deep breath.

She's here to fix things, not start something anew.

Turning away, she takes in another deep breath. Overbearing control. She still didn't get it, did she? That Lana only ever wanted her safe. But at the threat, she looks back to her sister. "Don't you know by now? I will always find you."

Like a beacon, guiding her.

"You needn't worry about my witch, they're... on they're way away from here right now." She shrugs, but looks down for a moment before looking back up. "Fine... I'm sorry, for ever laying a hand on you that wasn't loving... I do wish to make it right."

[erisinblood]

Waneoft Country club wasn't Eris' typical hunting grounds, each person who passed through the gates seemed filled with an air of self important that bored Eris (she would insist it gave them a dusty taste but that was neither here or there). However it wasn't a meal that Eris was haunting that night, rather taking valuable time to track down her best friend that seemed intent on avoiding the bulk of the Lomidze clan for the rest of eternity. It wasn't hard to find Lana, eighteen centuries of life often lead to habits that were difficult to break. High ground always remained the best place to survey ones domain.

Eris made no attempt to hide her approach, her leather jacket jingling with each step of her combat boots against the expensive wood floor. She took her place beside Lana, leaning against the rail. Her back turned towards the courtyard so she could watch her friends face. "Question you? why I would never." Eris let a small smile quick her lips, as she tilted her head. Eris twisted her ring around her finger, using the bone to ground herself in the moment. There wasn't many things Eris took seriously in this world, but something about the set of Lana's jaw tamped down Eris' usual jovial instincts.

"I think its bullshit but I'm not gonna question it." Eris rolled her shoulders, tsking her tongue slightly. Filling the space left by her words. "What was expected of you? Bah" Eris rolled her eyes as she continued, "You know why I decided we were gonna be friends? You always carved your own path. Pulled the strings and made others dance to your song. Since when did you did what was expected of you?" Eris finally turned around at that looking over the grounds of Waneoft. Watching mortals filter like ants through the paths paved for them. "Ignoring what you think people want from you, what do you want?"

[firstlomidze]

She couldn't help but snort lightly at her friend's words, a roll of her eyes soon followed even as she continued to look down the club's path and the people still daring a stroll outside at this time of night. A romantic night out, perhaps... humans always seemed so unaware of danger, even with a predator having their eyes set so firmly on them. Not that Lana was in any mood to hunt. "Why you decided? ---Forgive me, I was under the impression that it had been I who allowed you in our clan, and by my side." Her words were playful though, no matter of the anger still simmering beneath the surface.

Eris and Lana, they were both of similar and so different at the same time. This friendship of hers... Lana was sure they both knew it wouldn't had happened if one or the other hadn't been open to it from the very beginning. She hummed, looking at her hands, and the grip her fingers had on the railing, tight but not enough to bend or break. Enough to ground her. Eris was right but Lana didn't say it. "It might just be my imagination, but it still sounds like you're questioning it, darling."

What did she want?... Lana wanted a lot of things, she wanted the sunlight back against her skin, she wanted power, she wanted magic at her disposal, she wanted control. And she wanted her family, together, above anything else. The silence stretched between them, with only the night filling in with sounds before she finally spoke again. "I want her to trust me, I want them to trust me... I want them to see I never meant to harm them, all I've ever done is to protect them."

[firstlomidze]

For: @flashfanged Where: Madison's apartment a month after the Conclave

She hadn't meant to put off doing this for as long as she ended up doing, but Lana had been doing what she does best whenever she's upset, with anger boiling so close to the surface. She had kept herself busy, with her business and her plans and anything that could promise her the work to keep a quiet mind.

But standing now by the apartment's door, she wondered if she should had maybe checked on the young vampire earlier. After what she witnessed at the Conclave and what she heard happened after with that girlfriend of theirs... ex-girlfriend now, she supposed. "Madison be a dear and open." She said softly before knocking on the door lightly, enough to be heard by a vampire.

[viktorialomidze]

Viktoria likes to wander the halls and rooms of their home when she can't think, when boredom strikes her, when there's a stupid patch update for a game she's craving to play. Her mind is in two places lately: beautiful Sadie and little Caska. She'd hate that, Viktoria knows, but she worries - and she hasn't seen her in a bit.

When she wanders towards Svetlana's office, she watches her for a bit before Lana speaks up. The lines of her face are perfect as they always are, not a day of age on them - just like her own. "I haven't come to say anything." And she hasn't, she does not lecture or threaten.

She knows her elder sister is angry, though, that much is increasingly obvious. So now comes the time when she must tread carefully. She doesn't sit, either, though - she remains by the door, leaning against the frame. "Since you believe you can predict what I may say, I'd chance a guess at a guilty conscience. My only question is why."

[firstlomidze]

She can't help the hum that leaves her, a contemplative sound as she keeps her eyes glued to the ceiling like she'd find a million answers scattered across the painting. She should've known Viktoria would question that and only that, out of the three of them Lana's the one that tends to lecture, to teach... she's the oldest, it has been her role forever and always.

"Why have I decided to stay locked in my office or why did I lay a hand in our darling sister?." She expanded on her sisters questions, crossing her fingers on top of her stomach. "Or why must my relationship with Çaska always be so strained?." She knows why, and she images so does Viktoria. They're both hot-headed, defiant and all too similar even in their differences to not clash. But even still, she didn't have the right reason either, not for how it seemed so difficult to work things out.

"When I first turned you both... I did so because I could not bear the thought of such an endless life without either of you by my side, even when we drifted apart, I knew it in my long dead heart that you still breathed." Finally looking down, she let her eyes linger on her sister, taking her in. "That remains truth, despite Çaska no longer believing it... I have no intention of tearing this family apart, I trust you know this."

[firstlomidze]

💚 GREEN HEART — our muses' familial relationship (SASHKA)

/ ft. @caskalomidze

[firstlomidze]

🏠 HOUSE

🏠 HOUSE — my muse's family

Sisters + @caskalomidze & @viktorialomidze

[caskalomidze]

Çaska is quite busy, sipping out of a bottle of agave tequila on one side before her lips turn to the other and find purchase on the lips of a sorority girl deep in her pledge. Of course, nearly everyone here is pledged to her - something easily accomplished with a bit of commanding attention - and nobody bats an eyelash if and when they catch a glimpse of ivory fangs sinking into tender flesh, sucking free blood that's as laced with drug and drink as anything else that passes her lips tonight.

They dance, and they revel, and, when sun-up looms, she might let them stop.

The swinging bench on the Delti Xi Phi sorority house stops it's sway though, and Çaska's wandering fingers stop their search down the pants of her momentary friend, when she hears the old-world lilt of her elder sister.

The vampiress stands, feeling the high and drunkenness begin to burn away already, pins and needles on her dead skin already beginning to fall out as the warm tickle fades in her cheeks. A sobering affair, Svetlana Lomidze, always and forever.

She moves to the edge of the porch, leaning her elbows on the railing and staring Lana down. It's a dare that forms in her mind, and a drunken one at that. A smile creases her features, cocksure as she shakes her head. "No."

[firstlomidze]

She wasn't naive to think getting her sister to her side would be as simple as to call out her name. A trait she knew well to share with their youngest, their stubbornness. A defiance that laid rooted into their cores that Viktoria had learn to manage through their years. It is the sole reason she doesn't move from where she's standing, her clear eyes locked on her sister's face. She has to remind herself that she's not here to fight, to further damage something that was breaking between her and her youngest sister.

So she smiles, a soft, small smile that carries not threat behind it. Her eyes moving momentarily to take in the people all around the place... college party, and she figures she can't exactly blame her sister for the state of most people here, even if she's sure Çaska's the reason they're all still here in the first place.

"Come now, I wish to only talk." She replies, her voice just as soft as her smile. A tone she's only ever used to talk to them, to Çaska and Viktoria, and no one else. "I wouldn't want to make a scene here, and ruin the fun of everyone around... how could we ever explain the mess after?."

Shaking her head, she clears her throat, looking back at her sister. "I have come here in all good nature, my darling... I have been looking for you all night, I would like it very much if we could... start over, I did make a promise to you that I still intend to keep."

[firstlomidze]

For: @caskalomidze Where: Some Sorority Party

Lana wasn't usually one to apologize, if never. She had always done things her ways, moved at her own pace, make her own rules. Ensuring her longevity as much as her sisters. They had been the one things she care the most in her long existence, enough to fight and run and protect, uncaring of the how, uncaring of anything other than keeping them away from harm.

She had always believed this was the only way. Even if that meant being at odds with her sisters. Even if that meant hunting down her sister's fledglings one by one and erase them before they dared lay a harming hand on her too loving sister. Even if that meant having Çaska in a coffin, dissected and unable to do nothing but wait, not quiet dead but weak enough to not live freely. Lana had never looked back on her choices before. Not until now, where the terrified look on her youngest sister haunted her at night, frightened ever of her touch. And the truth of her actions spoke of a broken thing left in her wake.

Viktoria's words were still circling her mind, just as well as Eris's were. And as Lana slid outside her car, a low word to her driver to wait there, she thought for once that maybe she could try to listen to them. Before it were too late and Çaska got too lost in her fear to hear her out. She spared not a single look to the girls around the front-yard, the scent of alcohol was strong, invading her senses with a unwelcomed mix of something else and the familiar tang of blood. No doubt her sister's doings, and Lana has to remind herself to not let anger cloud her mind once more.

"Çaska." She speaks clearly, but not loud enough to be yelling. The word simply out in the air, and the certainty that her sister will catch it and the calmness of it. "p’at’ara chit’i, come here darling."

[firstlomidze]

For: @viktorialomidze Where: Lomidze Manor

She wasn't expecting her, not really, but Lana wasn't surprised either to see her. Viktoria had always kept to her business mostly, distracted with her experiments and her hunt for valuable magic grimoires, but Lana knew her to be as loving of their family as any of them were and after Çaska's haste retreat, she had imagined a talk with Viktoria would soon follow. The documents on her desk remained on touched, forgotten where Lana's mind wouldn't seem to focus.

Her thoughts straying to the witch she had compelled and the sister she had scared away. She leant back against the back of her seat, eyes on the ceiling as the door opened. "I already know what you've come here to say sister... please, spare me the lecture." Her voice was soft, as void of emotion as it usually was when it was burning with anger. "Unless your visit is simply because you wished to see me, in which case, do take a seat."

[firstlomidze]

For: @witchkore

Where: kore's store

It's been a couple weeks since the Gala, the murder and everything in between. Since the ridiculous confrontation with her sister, with things adding up by the minute. Since she did the one thing she had promised not to and messed with the witch's mind. No matter how... seemingly harmless her compulsion had been. Lana knew she'd made a mistake since the moment she had stopped talking and Kore's free will had been twisted and bended until they did what she asked.

It was no surprise to her that the other had kept their distance, and she wondered if perhaps she had taken it as part of her compulsion or simply didn't wish to see her. Whatever the reason, Lana still stepped into the store in search for her, very much like their first interaction. The first Kore remembered at least.

She looked around at the jewlery and watches in display, noticing the front desk empty. It wouldn't be long for the witch to come tend to whoever entered, and the moment Lana caught their steps getting close, her eyes firmly on their frame as it came to view and the ghost of a heartbeat rushing up in her chest, she spoke. "You have been avoiding me."

[firstlomidze]

@erisinblood Waneoft Country Club

She's not surprised to hear her steps, not surprised Eris was able to find her either, not that Lana had been trying to hide from her exactly, but there was a peace to be found in the grounds of the Country Club extended before her eyes that she wasn't finding in the manor. Not after what happened with her little sister. The lights all around the property are on, illuminating the paths of the club and the people walking about at this hour, enough that Lana could make their features whenever they turned.

She hums, her fingers curling around the railing as she looks. Eris's presence only brings her thoughts back to everything that went down at the Conclave. She knows why her friend is here, Lana isn't that much interested in hearing her, but Eris wasn't someone who simply followed orders... she knows telling her to leave is futile. And as her mind drift from Kore to Çaska, intent in believing her a monster, she isn't sure if the solitude is that much better anyway.

"If you have come to question my actions of that night, I shall do you a favor and better save your breath." She speaks first, still unmoving. Not even turning to look at her friend. "I simply did what seemed to be expected of me... from where I stand, I only acted accordingly."

[firstlomidze]

☎️ Ha-Jeong

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[firstlomidze]

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[firstlomidze]

☎️ for Eris!

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[firstlomidze]

Whatever pleased feeling at Kore's dismissal of the young vampire is soon vanished at their challenging stance, the words coming out of their mouth. Lana's already on edge, angered and frustrated by her encounter with Çaska and how easy it is for things to escalate with her youngest sibling. That the idea of Kore even entertaining the idea of giving their blood, themselves, to someone else, makes Lana's blood boil. Makes her wish she had ripped the vampire's heart out instead of letting her walk... but perhaps for a later time, outside of conclave grounds.

"How gracious of you." She mutters coldly, her fingers tightening on the witch's arm as she pulls them closer. What does she care? Don't they realize, doesn't Çaska? All she does is care. "All I have done is care for you, for longer than you can dare to imagine. I have helped and protected you..." There's a pause, a second or two too long as the weight of her words dawn on her. Her eyes harden as she pulls them even closer. "But I have had it with whatever game you're playing tonight... if this is the role you wish me to play, then I shall not disappoint."

Her blue eyes look intensely into Kore's, and she can feel the connection as it forms, a passage into their mind. Kore's not on vervain, they never are. She speaks then, a soft order she knows they'll have no choice but to follow. "You are to return home now, be done with this little parade you've got going on in here, be a good little witch and stay away from any other vampire... and you are to forget then this now even happened."

[witchkore]

There's a moment of smugness when they see the anger finally boil over, a spark of something in Lana's eyes that says more than what she's saying. But when the words actually come out, Kore's breath catches in their chest, but it crumbles as the vampire continues. "Wa--"

Whatever protest disappears from their thoughts as the vampire speaks, delivering her order and suddenly, there is nothing the witch wants more than to go home, to be away from Lana and any other vampire that exists in the city. "Fine," they snap, wrenching their arm out of her grasp and stepping away neatly. There's no other goodbye before Kore is swiftly weaving through the occupants and disappearing through the exit.

They don't remember getting back to their store, to the dark apartment that sits above it. As they unlock the door, the memories from that last interaction with Lana fade fully, as though it had never happened in the first place. Their irritation feels outsized for simply having been ignored by the vampire all night, despite the fact that it had been their invention that brought everyone to Port Leiry. What more must they do? When sleep eludes them, Kore changes into something more suitable for work and heads downstairs to their workshop, just to find something to do with their hands. It's all they are good for anyways.

[firstlomidze]

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